Dean (POV)
I didn't really know what to do. It was one thing dating a stripper but... a prostitute? A man that slept with other people for money? And what if i fell in love with him and had to live with the fact that other people got to have him on certain nights while i stayed in, dreaming to have someone that never slept with anybody else, especially not for money.
"I-i," I start but he interrupts me.
"Dean, I didn't want this life but... the thing is, i have no where else to go. I need the money so i can buy myself a proper college education! I've been saving up for months now and-"
"Angel." I whisper, touching his cheek with the palm of my hand. He lowers his head in shame but he has no emotion. He isn't crying or begging for forgiveness. I suppose that was because i had only just met him after all.
"You don't want to see me again, do you?" He asks, looking up at me. His eyes were glinting with a tiny bit of hope and i couldn't trash that.
"Of course i want to see you again." I say. It wasn't a lie, i did want to see him again. I just couldn't let myself fall for this man. This perfect, beautiful man.
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"You're home early." Mom tells me as i walk into the house. "I thought you were going on a date."
"How do you know about that?" I sigh, shrugging my coat off my shoulders and plopping down ont he couch.
"A little birdy told me." Mom grinned slightly and i rolled my eyes. "So who is she?"
"Mom..."
"Oh c'mon! I need gossip Dean! Juicy gossip!"
"You are so embaressing woman!" I laugh, standing up again. "I'm going to my room!"
"Oh well, you better tell me later than!"
"In your dreams!" I laugh as i stride up the stairs, two steps at a time. I flop down on my bed and look at my hand where Angel wrote down his number. I look at it for a few minutes before finally grabbimg my phone from my jean pocket and typing the number in.
D- Hey, this Angel?
C- Who's asking?
D- Dude, it's me! Dean...
C- Yes i know, i was only playing! Yes this is he. What can i do for you my fine fellow?
D- Well, i have a game next friday... if you wanna come?
I sent it, biting my nails and eagerly waiting for a reply as i hoped he would say yes. It was a bit fast of me to invite him to one of my games when i barely even know him but for some reason i didn't want to be away from him for that long.
C- A game? As in a football game?
D- Nah, a chess match.
C- Ha ha, yes you are so funny i'm peeing. I'm not really into football Dean...
D- ... We can make out under the bleachers after it?
C- Count me in.
*Friday*
I saw Castiel walk out of the school, or more like run out. He ran straight past me, bumping into me as he left with only a quick mumble of apology before he sprinted off. I stared after him for a moment of two before shaking my head and walking over to my friends.
"Big game tonight eh Dean?" Benny says, grinning slightly and i nod my head.
"Hell yeah, the semi-finals. But we will thwart them." The others nod in agreement as Lisa and the other cheerleaders come pouncing up to us.
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Red Lights || Destiel stripper/brothel AU
FanfictionHere in England we can drink at ages 18 so in this AU they're aloud to drink at 18 okay? In a world where love is for the highest bidder, can love really survive? Castiel Novak leads a double life, on the one hand he is high school nerd, music maste...